To the strong Rudra, we offer these hymns of praise, Lord of Heroes with the braided hair, That all our cattle thrive and our men be well, that in this village all be healthy and fed.
Be gracious to us, O Rudra, bring us joy: you, Lord of Heroes, we will serve with reverence. Whatever health and strength our father Manu gained through sacrifice, may we, under your guidance, gain.
By worship of the Gods, may we, O Bounteous One, O Rudra, gain your grace, Ruler of valiant men. Come to our families, bringing them bliss: may we, whose heroes are unharmed, bring you sacred gifts,
Here we call for aid the wise, the wanderer, impetuous Rudra, perfecter of sacrifice. May he repel the anger of the Gods: verily, we desire his favorable grace.
Him with the braided hair we call with reverence down, the wild boar of the sky, the red, the dazzling shape. Grant us protection, shelter, and a secure home: may he, his hand full of sovereign medicines, grant us.
To the Maruts' Father, this hymn is addressed, to strengthen Rudra's might, a song sweeter than sweet. Grant us, Immortal One, the food mortals eat: be gracious to me, my seed, my progeny.
O Rudra, harm not either great or small of us, harm not the growing boy, harm not the full-grown man. Slay not a sire among us, slay no mother here, and to our own dear bodies, Rudra, do not harm.
Harm us not, Rudra, in our seed and progeny, harm us not in the living, nor in cows or steeds, Slay not our heroes in the fury of your wrath. Bringing evermore offerings, we call to you.
As a herdsman, I have brought you hymns of praise: O Father of the Maruts, give us happiness, Blessed is your most favoring benevolence, so, verily, do we desire your saving help.
Far be your dart that kills men or cattle: your bliss be with us, O you Lord of Heroes. Be gracious to us, O God, and bless us, and then vouchsafe us doubly-strong protection. 11.